My most dear lord, king and husband,

The hour of my death now drawing on, the tender love I 
owe you forceth me, my case being such, to commend myself 
to you, and to put you in remembrance with a few words 
of the health and safeguard of your soul which you ought 
to prefer before all worldly matters, and before the 
care and pampering of your body, for the which you have 
cast me into many calamities and yourself into many 
troubles. For my part, I pardon you everything, and I 
wish to devoutly pray God that He will pardon you also. 
For the rest, I commend unto you our daughter Mary, 
beseeching you to be a good father unto her, as I have 
heretofore desired. I entreat you also, on behalf of 
my maids, to give them marriage portions, which is not 
much, they being but three. For all my other servants 
I solicit the wages due them, and a year more, lest 
they be unprovided for. Lastly, I make this vow, that 
mine eyes desire you above all things.

Katharine the Quene.